"In It To Win It" by Dr. Dinar 10-4-2020

In It To Win It By Dr. Dinar

Is this thing for real?

No... really. Is it?

Yeah, this dinar RV deal.

This entire GCR "thing".

Is any of this really and truly going to happen? Like, ever??

Or are we existing in some kind of an alternate universe, alternating between reality and who knows where.

I'll bet there are quite a few folks asking themselves those very same questions right about now.

Not just family and friends of those afflicted with RV/GCR-itis.

Heck, they've had our Rubber Rooms reserved for us for many years now.

It's no shock to them that this once in a lifetime pipe dream has yet to materialize.

To them it's no surprise whatsoever that we aren't celebrating our new lives as millionaires.

Heck no.

They knew from the very beginning that this pie-in-the-sky, too-good-to-be-true Ponzi Scheme was just a scam perpetrated by the banks, the ABC Agencies and the self-proclaimed behind the screens Guru's.

And so far, they're feelin' pretty good about their predictions.

And they won't hesitate to continue to remind us of that fact either.

"Are you rich yet?"

"Did your ship finally come in?"

"How's that new Ferrari workin' out for ya?"

"Enjoying your new Beach House?"

I'm pretty sure we've all been on the receiving end of those jabs.

And more.

The naysayers that continue on with their relentless doubt filled statements, all in an effort to prove themselves right, at the expense of our being wrong.

Which all serves to undermine your foundation, if even just a little bit.

Completely understandable.

For those of us that have been involved in this made for TV spectacle for many years, those that have done the research and built a foundation based on history and how it's extremely likely that history will repeat itself in one form or another, I have a feeling we're fairing a bit better than those that have recently jumped on board the Insane Train.

Yes, I have a strong feeling that those folks among us that are relatively new to this game are going through those initial stages of serious doubt right about now.

Could the naysayers be right?

 Could this all be a scam?

Did I fall for yet another Pyramid Scheme, just like my Brother in Law said I did?

We all have those twinges every once in a while, even us RV/GCR veterans.

It's only natural.

At the end of the day it comes down to this being a currency speculation.

Yes, a SPECULATION.

There are no guarantees, one way or another.

Absolutely none.

We paid our money, we bought our currency, we all (well, most of us anyway) verified that we were over 48in. tall, which means we're "officially" tall enough to ride this ride.

Basically, we're committed (some believe we should have been committed long ago but that's another story for a different day) to this journey, however long it may take.

Long term investment?

Yeah, we know.

Believe me... we know.

After all, how many times have we heard that.

Not quite as many times as we've heard "It's goin' down tomorrow!" but probably pretty darn close.

Which doesn't bode well for those that thought this was a guaranteed Lottery Ticket win.

Once they realized that this ordeal was going to take some time, they've had to do quite a bit of digging to create foundations of their own.

A means of hanging on and hangin' in there by any means available.

And I feel sorry for those that have yet to go through the initial reality check.

We all got "in" shortly after hearing we only had a few days before this thing popped and suffering through the not-knowingness of whether our shipment of IQD would arrive in time or not.

Yep, been there, done that.

And got the faded Fed Ex envelope to prove it.

Yet, here we are, weeks, months, some of us years later.

Still amazed at how we could still be waiting.

Wondering how all of these endless drop-dead dates and deadlines could have slid by without as much of a provable peep of factual facts to show for it.

Last I checked all the economies around the world should have crumbled at least five years ago.

And yet, here we are, with a world seemingly no worse for wear.

Well, besides the mandatory wearing of the masks, anyway.

Go figure.

And now we're back to the sounds of silence.

Which, I ain't gonna lie, can really be kind of a drag sometimes.

Yep, Dinarland has once again been hushed into submission and to be honest, the silence is deafening.

We've all picked our faves along the way and whether you're a fan of the Newshounds or the Rumtellers, you've surely felt there was someone in Dinarland strummin' the right banjo.

Playin' your tune.

Unfortunately, at the end of the day, here we sit with boxes of funny money and seemingly none of the all-knowing Guru's being any more right or wrong than any of the others.

We're all on the same playing field, left wondering who has the ball.

All part of the Plan? Perhaps.

Maybe all this confusion was just part of a well executed plan of deception.

Myself, I lean more towards the uncontrolled chaos of the situation creating most, if not all, of the confusion.

Not to mention all the behind-the-scenes corruption adding to the confusionism as well.

Mix it all together and you pretty much have the scenario we're currently experiencing.

I'm not so sure they had to add any extra ingredients to spice up the mix.

Does that mean we give up? Heck no!

Does it mean we aren't any closer than we were when Iraq was released from Chapter 7 oh so many years ago?

Again, not necessarily.

Maybe so. Maybe not.

Heck, at this point, everything's a guess because nobody really knows.

One thing's for certain though, we HAVE to be getting closer. Don't we?

I'd sure like to think so anyway.

Unfortunately, closer doesn't necessarily mean close.

Then again, it doesn't mean that we're not close.

It only means that despite how often we might forget, things are happening, things have happened, and things are being done.

Just not on our schedule.

Nor anybody else's for that matter.

And not the one thing we want so emphatically to be over and done, which of course is the GCR.

Therefore, it comes down to making a choice.

Do we bail out early, sell our currency back, and say a quick Adios to Dinarland?

I say Heck No!

I vote we continue to stay strong, to fight the good fight, and to prove, not only to ourselves, but to our family and friends, that we were right.

That "they" were wrong.

That this deal IS real.

That we aren't just plain looney.

That we aren't simply one dim Crayon short of a sharp tool shed.

I know I'm not going anywhere.

I'm in it to win it!

And hopefully you are as well.

We've been in this thing for far too long to give up now.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I the Dog Whisperer or in any way involved with the SPCA or the promoting of buying or selling of foreign currency. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

"When The Going Gets Tough" by Dr. Dinar 9-30-2020

Thank you Dr. Dinar for writing this for those of us who are feeling “down” today!!!

When The Going Gets Tough ...By Dr. Dinar

We've all heard the saying, "When the going gets tough, the tough get to keepin' on going."

Well, like it or not, for those of us that live full-time in Dinarland, most have likely been living that mantra for quite some time.

At least since Dr. Shabs told everyone back in 2011 that this RV would without a doubt "pop" no later than the end of June.

Of 2011.

Guaranteed.

No if's, and's, or Malarki's.

Well, what is it they say about the best laid plans?

Wasn't it something about the first mouse gets the trap, the second mouse gets their cheese moved, the third mouse is forced to create an entirely new plan.

Something like that.

Whatever it was, apparently they were right.

At least so far anyway.

I'm sure we've all been forced to make a change of plans more than once along the way.

As the sands in the sandbox continue to blow by like the days in Dinarland, we're constantly being forced to invent numerous ways of remaining inspired.

Doing our very best to continue to hang in there.

To remain in the game.

To ride this thing out until the very end.

Lately the numerous rumors of more and more Dinarians losing hope,  giving up, bailing out and selling their currency back have been flooding in from all over Dinarland.

Like Banksters from tall buildings, rumors of folks packing their bags and jumping from the windows of the RV "Insane Train" have become an almost daily occurrence.

Even some Dinarland "notables" have fallen victim as of late, declaring if this goes beyond such 'n such a date, I'm packin' it in, sellin' out and goin' fishin'.

Of course, he started backpedaling almost as quickly as the statement left his lips, knowing full well there isn't, nor will there ever be, another opportunity such as this RV.

If anything it just shows to prove that everyone is vulnerable.

That no one is immune, despite their claims of a solid, unwavering foundation in their "knowers", knowing just how imminent this RV/GCR truly is.

And it's even more mind-blowing when one considers that according to both the articles, as well as the rumtel, that we're closer than we've ever been to seeing our dreams come true.

Now, how close that is is truly anyone's guess.

Yet, at the end of the day, it's more than likely closer than we were yesterday.

Or at least closer than we were the day before yesterday.

It's unfortunate that those Dinarians that have packed their bags and headed for greener pastures weren't able to weather the sandstorm of supposition that runs rampant throughout Dinarland.

And pretty much has since the very beginning.

Further proof that this circus of made for tv confusion, created to lead everyone astray, is obviously working its magic.

Just as "they" intended.

One look at the smorgasbord of opinions throughout Dinarland proves, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that no one really knows all the in's and out's of the who's, how's, why's, and why not's of the supposed holdups, distractions and countless delays and why we're all still sitting here, broke and waiting.

Week after week.

After month.

When I think back on all those supposedly "in the know" folks that have forcefully spread their opinions throughout Dinarland over the past decade plus, then slowly faded off into the sunset, never to be heard from again, it boggles the mind.

Consider at least my mind extremely boggled anyway.

For so many that screamed from their soapboxes that they held the final piece to the puzzle, only to have them completely disappear from the RV scene as if they never even existed, is amazing in itself.

We're waiting for a new budget.

We need more laws to be passed.

The security needs to be securely secured in an extremely secure manner.

The PTB need to surrender their power.

We need our Banks asseted.

We still need one more Purple Pig to jump over a Blue Moon.

The laundry list of "To Do's" not yet done is staggeringly endless.

And for me, that never-ending nonsense only helps to support the theory that this "Plan" has and does change time and time again.

We know for certain it has changed at least since 2009 as the original "Plan" has already been released for public consumption.

And we've come a long way since then.

A very long way.

And still no RV/GCR.

Not that we can see anyway.

Therefore, the Plan can and more than likely will continue to change.

In fact, it's probably part of the plan.

Plan on it. I do.

So many times throughout the years, we knew there was just no way they could do this, that, or the other, no way they could survive without first having an internationally tradable currency.

And yet, sure enough, they did survive and have continued to kick the can down the road.

Tinkle, tinkle, clink, clink, down the road it goes.

Low and behold, sure enough this big blue ball kept on spinnin' 'round 'n' 'round.

On its axis of feeble.

Right on schedule, just like they planned.

It's about the only thing that has remained on schedule.

Of course, still without an internationally tradable currency.

Imagine that.

I don't know about you but crazy as it may sound, at this point in the game, all those insignificant dates have helped me deal better and better with all of the supposed smokium filled deadlines never panning out.

The "must happens" and "back walls" that have come and gone along the way.

The simple distraction of a possible maybe has helped me get through many a stressful weekend.

Yes, I want this to happen.

Desperately.

In fact, I NEED this to happen.

Like yesterday.

Actually, about 3,546 yesterdays ago.

Maybe more. But who's counting.

And last time I checked I didn't have the Easy Button waiting for me in my desk drawer.

Nor in my titanium briefcase.

Which unfortunately means that at the end of the day I don't have any more control over when this thing happens than anyone else does.

Where does that leave me?

It leaves me waiting, that's where.

Myself, along with everyone else in Dinarland that makes the decision on a daily basis that they will continue to stay strong and ride this thing out, assured to be there at the finish line.

Still waiting.

After all, what else can I do in a situation that I simply have zero control over anything but my feelings.

My emotions.

My actions.

I'm basically left with only one option.

Because, believe it or not, we're the lucky ones.

The chosen ones.

The people that know about this wonderful opportunity.

And I consider myself lucky that I'm lucky enough to realize that.

And yes, the ride can be brutal at times.

Often feeling as if we're drowning, gasping for our last breath.

But again, we're luckier than lucky to even be on this ride.

Remind yourself of all those that aren't as lucky as we are and that right there should be enough to help you stay focused on the end of this amazing journey.

Whether it's selling used car tires, Grandma's antique salt & pepper shakers or recycling bottles and cans, you gotta do what you gotta do to make it through.

Hang in there folks, this thing is gonna happen.

It's merely a matter of time.

You've made it this far.

Now is not the time to give up.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I in any way involved in the promoting of buying or selling of Grandma's antiques, collectibles, heirlooms or foreign currency. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

"Relax...It's Done" by Dr. Dinar 9-25-2020

Relax... It's Done  By Dr. Dinar

It's done? Did you say IT'S DONE!?!

As in the process has reached completion, everything is finished, it's actually done?

Yeah, right!

I'll see it when I believe it.

And based on my most recent bank statement, they don't believe it either.

How many times have we heard that it's done, there's nothing else that needs to be completed, just sit back, relax and wait for it to show over the next 24/48/72 hours.

Like... a hundred trillion, including all the zero's.

Almost as many times as we've heard that it's close and they want it completed by the end of the quarter.

By the end of the fiscal year.

Sooner, rather than later.

Or that it's imminently imminent.

Or that the rates are on the back screens and we're just waiting for them to show up on the front screens.

Basically, far too many times to count.

Way too many times to still fall for it, right!?!

Seriously though, if it's done, then why can't we see it.

Why aren't we currently sitting in one of the over 6,000 Exchange Centers, each of them within a 80 mile radius of our homes, signing 28 page NDA's, redeeming our ZIM, validating our VND or exchanging our IQD.

Spoiler alert... because it's NOT done.

And we certainly don't need Cap'n Obvious to tell us that.

 At least I don't anyway.

It's more than embarrassingly obvious to both me as well as my friendly local bank teller that I'm still broke.

Okay, so most of us can agree that despite what we're hearing, it's not done.

However, having said that, there's one thing we can all agree on and that is they're hard at work, working on getting it done.

"They" being the so called GCR Committee.

That the process is rapidly progressing, deeply embedded in the process of processing, there's no stopping it, too late to turn back now.

I mean, they are working on it, right?

Please tell me they are, even if it's only a rumor and chances are pretty good they aren't.

I at least need to think they are, if only for my own insanity.

Now that I think about, what if they aren't. What if they aren't actually working on it.

What if they forgot to put anybody in place at the very top of this pyramid.

People that truly are in charge of all this stuff.

The so called Release Committee.

Not to be confused with the GCR Committee.

What if they forgot to appoint an actual group of folks that have been nominated to be the be all, end all, of all of this.

What if this entire thing is so compartmentalized that they forgot to create the one compartment to top all the other compartments.

The Release Committee compartment.

A place for all the button-pushing trigger-pullers to get together and do their thing.

Sure, they remembered all the Facial Recognition software and the Security Drones.

That's the kind of stuff dreams are made of.

Stuff like that you simply can't make up, let alone forget.

Can you?

Nope, not even if you wanted to.

Call me crazy but with as long as this thing has been going on and with all of the relentless glitches popping up along the way, I can easily see them forgetting the key ingredient.

That being someone to sign on the dotted line.

Or even worse, what if there actually is an RV/GCR Release Committee in place and like all the supposedly sequestered Exchange Center employees, they're still awaiting a particular "ping" or who knows what type of a notification, that everything is ready to be released but due to the thickness of the plexiglass on the Cone of Silence, the messages simply can't get through.

Sheesh, for all we know they too got so wrapped up in all the Dinarland rumors that they already received the "GO" signal to release the codes long ago and they blew it off, thinking it was just another flse start

Maybe they're waiting for actual visible proof in the form of a link to a YouTube video showing Aliens wearing gold ties, standing in front of fringeless flags, waving their seven-fingered jazz hands, giving them the "four thumbs up" signal to release the codes.

Heck, at this point, there's not much they could say that would surprise many of us, least of all me.

Oh, other than that it's done and to have it actually BE done when they said it was done.

Now THAT would be one heck of a surprise, wouldn't it.

A surprise to me, anyway.

A surprise I'm more than ready for.

All I can say is please continue to hang in there.

It's ALMOST done. Almost.

They've only missed it by that much.

One of these tries they won't miss.

All my best,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with C.O.N.T.R.O.L. or K.A.O.S.. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

The Billionaire Who Wanted To Die Broke . . . Is Now Officially Broke

Exclusive: The Billionaire Who Wanted To Die Broke . . . Is Now Officially Broke

Steven Bertoni Forbes Staff

Forbes VP & Senior Editor: Forbes CEO Network, Tech, Investing

It took decades, but Chuck Feeney, the former billionaire cofounder of retail giant Duty Free Shoppers has finally given all his money away to charity. He has nothing left now—and he couldn’t be happier.

Charles “Chuck” Feeney, 89, who cofounded airport retailer Duty Free Shoppers with Robert Miller in 1960, amassed billions while living a life of monklike frugality. As a philanthropist, he pioneered the idea of Giving While Living—spending most of your fortune on big, hands-on charity bets instead of funding a foundation upon death. Since you can't take it with you—why not give it all away, have control of where it goes and see the results with your own eyes?

“We learned a lot. We would do some things differently, but I am very satisfied. I feel very good about completing this on my watch,” Feeney tells Forbes. “My thanks to all who joined us on this journey. And to those wondering about Giving While Living: Try it, you'll like it.”

Over the last four decades, Feeney has donated more than $8 billion to charities, universities and foundations worldwide through his foundation, the Atlantic Philanthropies. When I first met him in 2012, he estimated he had set aside about $2 million for his and his wife's retirement. In other words, he's given away 375,000% more money than his current net worth. And he gave it away anonymously.

While many wealthy philanthropists enlist an army of publicists to trumpet their donations, Feeney went to great lengths to keep his gifts secret. Because of his clandestine, globe-trotting philanthropy campaign, Forbes called him the  James Bond of Philanthropy.

But Feeney has come in from the cold. The man who amassed a fortune selling luxury goods to tourists, and later launched private equity powerhouse General Atlantic, lives in an apartment in San Francisco that has the austerity of a freshman dorm room.

When I visited a few years ago, inkjet-printed photos of friends and family hung from the walls over a plain, wooden table. On the table sat a small Lucite plaque that read: “Congratulations to Chuck Feeney for $8 billion of philanthropic giving.”

That's Feeney—understated profile, oversize impact. No longer a secret, his extreme charity and big-bet grants have won over the most influential entrepreneurs and philanthropists. His stark generosity and gutsy investments influenced Bill Gates and Warren Buffett when they launched the Giving Pledge in 2010—an aggressive campaign to convince the world’s wealthiest to give away at least half their fortunes before their deaths.

To continue reading, please go to the original article here:

https://www.forbes.com/sites/stevenbertoni/2020/09/15/exclusive-the-billionaire-who-wanted-to-die-brokeis-now-officially-broke/#353642643a2a 

"The Definition of Insanity" by Dr. Dinar 9-20-2020

The Definition Of Insanity  by Dr. Dinar

As I think back on the show Survivor I can't help but notice the similarities between that "game" and its players and all of us fortunate folks playing the RV/GCR game.

In fact, I was actually astounded by how similar the two endeavors truly are.

Admittedly quite a few of those folks have a huge head start on us.

Most of them claiming to be nearly life-long fans of the show, which, considering how long that show has been on TV, is easy to imagine.

Knowing they've been able to watch numerous seasons, endless episodes, award ceremonies, all helping them gain an edge over us in just how to play the game.

What to do... and what not to do.

And when or when not to do it.

Strangely enough, even with all that prior knowledge at their fingertips, more often than not many of them play as if they've never seen a single episode prior to first jumping ship and swimming to shore.

I mean, how else can you explain people showing up in sport coats and ties, summer dresses and high heels, only to spend the next 39 days (if they're lucky enough to survive) in their underwear.

Who does that! ?

Well, apparently many Survivor contestants do.

I enjoy watching all of the games within the Game play out.

Always amazes me how people won't think twice about saying this and promising that and in the very next breath, grab a bamboo covered felt pen and do exactly what they promised they wouldn't do.

Yes, I'm referring to the good ol' Tribal Council.

My absolute fave part of the show.

I can't help but pick out the many similarities between the two journeys.

For them, it's a trip from Sandville to the CBS studio.

For us, it's from Dinarland to Exchange Center.

Let's delve a bit further into the similarities between the two journeys.

Stranded on a deserted island? Check!

We're basically stranded, sometimes feeling all alone, on RV/GCR Island.

Our family and friends long ago having declared us clinically insane and from there forward choosing to keep their distance, straight-jacket at the ready.

Crazy weather? Check!

The mood-altering, hopium induced "weather" on RV/GCR Island changing just as quickly as the next piece of crazy intel hits all the "boards" and websites throughout Dinarland.

Left with only the clothes on our back? Check!

Sure, we all have a closet full of clothes but chances are, we're all still wearing the same clothes we were wearing when we purchased our first batch of currency a decade ago.

Yes, some of us still have our "Cash Out" bags sitting by the front door, ready to go at a moments notice.

After all, we've gotta be ready to make the mad dash to the Bank Bus as quickly as possible once we receive our notification that it's finally time to bum-rush the Banks and demand the Contract Rates.

But honestly, after sitting next to the front door all these years, chances are the clothes in our Cash Out bags are super crusty and wrinkled beyond repair.

In serious need of a shower, shave and a haircut? Check!

Yeah, we take the random shower when necessary but we simply can't afford to be away from the computer for too long, otherwise we risk missing the "announcement" that the USD has now "officially" become the USN and it's time to start scouring our Inbox's for an email.

And FYI, I've made the mistake on more than one occasion of bringing my phone with me into the shower and trust me on this one, they're not as waterproof as one might think.

Extremely limited food supply? Check!

Unfortunately for many of us our "Menu's" are extremely limited.

Be it because of a low money supply or simply not having any desire for a large meal.

Whatever the case may be, we've long ago given up eating healthy, opting instead for just enough to get by on for now.

Surrounded by people we don't really know? Check!

By now most of our family and friends have made it known they think we've pretty much lost it.

Global lockdown or not, choosing to keep their distance in case whatever it is we have just might be contagious.

Yes, we've basically gravitated to our chosen "Tribes" as it were.

Those believing it's a global thing, those still thinking it's all about Iraq, and those that couldn't care less who or what is responsible for us still waiting, they just wanna cash out!

Not quite sure who our friends are... and aren't? Check!

At this point our only "friends" are people we've never actually met in real life, only online.

Similar to Tom Hanks in "Cast Away", for all we know we're conversing with volleyballs posting as if they're real people.

All we know is that they're currency holders just like we are, all headed in the same direction, with the exact same goal in mind.

To exchange our currency, once and for all.

Limited contact with the outside world? Check!

Pretty much the only contact we have with the outside world is what we read on the boards or hear on the various conference calls.

That's pretty much the extent of our "outside the box" thinking.

As far as "limited" goes, we've been hearing basically the same rumtel for so many years now that what we are hearing is limited at best.

Not sure who we can or can't trust? Check!

All of the people that tend to share their opinions, passing along intel from their "sources", all of which has to be taken with a huge dose of sea salt.

The mis-disinfo is rampant, especially this late in the game.

Very little, if any of it, has ever proven itself to be true.

Not to say that it wasn't true at the time it was posted but there's not much of a chance of proving it, one way or another.

Faced with weekly Challenges? Check!

As every week passes, timelines passing by, more and more "windows" being slammed shut, we face a new challenge.

The challenge of continuing to hang in there, to see this journey through, to make it to the finish line, currency held high in victory.

Those are just a few of the similarities that immediately come to mind.

I'm sure if I thought more about it, there would be quite a few more "links" between the two games.

To be honest, that's more than enough.

The one thing they have going for them that we don't is they have a Back Wall.

Thirty nine days and they're done.

A point that, no matter what, they will know they've reached their finish line.

And whatever the results are, they'll be able to shower, shave, grab a burger and get back to life.

Us Dinarians? Nope.

We don't have that luxury.

We don't have that working in our favor.

Actually, when you really sit back and think about it, that puts us a Tier or two above them.

On an entirely different level.

That's proof positive that we really are the true Survivors.

The one's that will win big time in the end.

And deservedly so.

Thirty-nine little ol' days?

Huh! We could do that standing on our heads.

And at this point, most of us have.

If only to help take the swelling in our ankles down.

Talk about brutal, that's what you get for spending too much time on the computer.

Fat ankles.

They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Well, if by doing the same thing, they're referring to giving it all I've got, day in and day out, doing my best to make sure I'm there at the finish line.

Whenever that may come.

Then that's fine. Guilty as charged.

Please feel free to call me insane.

I'll wear that badge with honor.

Hang in there friends.

Every day we survive puts us one day closer to our own version of an Immunity Idol.

All my best,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the show Survivor or Hollywood in general. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

34 Hard Truths You Should Know Before Becoming “Successful”

34 Hard Truths You Should Know Before Becoming “Successful”

Benjamin Hardy, PhD

​ 1. It’s Never As Good As You Think It Will Be

“One of the enemies of happiness is adaptation,” says Dr. Thomas Gilovich, a psychology professor at Cornell University who has studied the relationship between money and happiness for over two decades.“We buy things to make us happy, and we succeed. But only for a while. New things are exciting to us at first, but then we adapt to them,” Gilovich further states.

Actually, savoring the anticipation or idea of the desired outcome is generally more satisfying than the outcome itself. Once we get what we want — whether that’s wealth, health, or excellent relationships — we adapt and the excitement fades. Often, the experiences we’re seeking end up being underwhelming and even disappointing.

I love watching this phenomenon in our foster kids. They feel like they need a certain toy or the universe will explode. Their whole world revolves around getting this one thing. Yet, once we buy the toy for them, it’s not long before the joy fades and they want something else.

Until you appreciate what you currently have, more won’t make your life better.

2. It’s Never As Bad As You Think It Will Be

​Just as we deceive ourselves into believing something will make us happier than it will, we also deceive ourselves into believing something will be harder than it will.

The longer you procrastinate or avoid doing something, the more painful (in your head) it becomes. However, once you take action, the discomfort is far less severe than you imagined. Even to extremely difficult things, humans adapt.

I recently sat on a plane with a lady who has 17 kids. Yes, you read that correctly. After having eight of her own, she and her husband felt inspired to foster four siblings whom they later adopted. A few years later, they took on another five foster siblings whom they also adopted.

Of course, the initial shock to the system impacted her entire family. But they’re handling it. And believe it or not, you could handle it too if you had to.

The problem with dread and fear is that it holds people back from taking on big challenges. What you will find — no matter how big or small the challenge — is that you will adapt to it.When you consciously adapt to enormous stress, you evolve.

3. There Is No Way To Happiness

“There is no way to happiness — happiness is the way.”— Thich Nhat Hanh​​

To continue reading, please go to the original article here:

https://benjaminhardy.com/35-hard-truths-you-should-know-before-becoming-successful-2/

20 Thoughtful Quotes to Remember 9/11

20 Thoughtful Quotes to Remember 9/11

By Lydia Sweatt | September 10, 2020

On Sept. 11, 2001, America was forever changed. It has been 19 years since the attacks, but that tragic day, which served as a true test of the American spirit, will be remembered always.

So on this day, we observe Patriot Day and all that it represents—we honor the value of life, those we loved and lost, our country’s resilience, and the strength of the American spirit.

In remembrance of 9/11, here are 20 quotes to honor our country’s patriotism.

1. “The attacks of September 11th were intended to break our spirit. Instead we have emerged stronger and more unified. We feel renewed devotion to the principles of political, economic and religious freedom, the rule of law and respect for human life. We are more determined than ever to live our lives in freedom.” — Rudy Giuliani

2. “If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.” — Sandy Dahl, wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl.

3. “What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.” — David Levithan

4. “You can be sure that the American spirit will prevail over this tragedy.” — Colin Powell

5. “For me and my family personally, September 11 was a reminder that life is fleeting, impermanent, and uncertain. Therefore, we must make use of every moment and nurture it with affection, tenderness, beauty, creativity, and laughter.” — Deepak Chopra

6. “True patriotism hates injustice in its own land more than anywhere else.” — Clarence Darrow

To continue reading, please go to the original article here:

https://www.success.com/13-thoughtful-quotes-to-remember-911/

"Hurry Up and Wait" by Dr. Dinar 9-8-2020

Hurry Up And Wait by Dr. Dinar

You'd think I'd be better at this thing.

And by "thing" I'm referring to this seemingly endless waiting game known as the RV/GCR

Heck, right from the very beginning we've been waiting.

Started off waiting in some wonky dark bubble of some kind.

Finally, after 9 long months, thinking the wait was over, we began to see what we thought was the light at the end of the tunnel.

Sheesh, get us out of this Waiting Room.

We're ready to rock this world!

Unfortunately, as we'd come to find out, there was much more waiting ahead.

Waiting for someone to hold us.

To feed us.

Someone to do whatever else it was we felt needed doing that for some reason or another we hadn't quite yet figured out how to do ourselves.

And so we waited.

And waited some more.

Not much seemed to be happening as far as speeding up the waiting process so we began throwing in a tantrum or two, simply to turn things up a notch.

Sure, we also threw in a bunch of whining as well, for dramatic effect.

Really added to the heightened sense of urgency.

Or so we thought, anyway.

After all, what did we have to lose.

It wasn't like they were gonna put us back in that wonky bubble, right!?!

Amazingly enough, occasionally all of our screaming, crying, and whining actually worked.

We got what we wanted.

Other times, not so much.

So when it comes to waiting, although we don't enjoy it, after a lifetime of perfecting our waiting skills we've pretty much become experts at it.

As time passed, we moved from turtle on its back status to terror on the floor tile mode and everything escalated from there.

We were in essence mobile and that was a complete gamechanger.

No longer were we being held back by our physical limitations.

Suddenly we could scream and shout as well as twist it all about.

And did we ever take advantage of it.

To the point of being such a huge distraction on all levels that they were forced to up their game in accordance.

Hence, our introduction to the Rumor Mill.

All brought to us courtesy of a colorful cast of characters that lived in a box in the family room.

From morning to night, 7 days a week, these fine folks told us everything we ever wanted to know about life.

About reality.

Well, reality from their perspective anyway.

Who were we to say they were wrong.

Who were we to say anything.

At that point, we were pretty much speechless. Literally.

They all seemed so convincing, even if we weren't quite convinced they were real.

After all, most of us had cats & dogs at home and so we knew they were real.

Yet, for some unknown reason, none of them ever took the time to talk to us.

Yeah, they made the occasional weird noise here 'n there but it only seemed to happen when they wanted food.

Or attention.

Come to think of it, I'm beginning to see a pattern there.

Anyway, the one's in the box spent the time to give us the full scoop on everything that was going on.

So it was probably best to listen to them and forget the one's at home.

They obviously had an agenda.

The one's at home only wanted us for food.

We knew it.

They knew it.

Their gig was up.

As time passed, we began to reach new heights, which enabled us a better perspective with which to view the world.

Once again, in an effort to contend with our new & improved viewpoint, they were forced to up their game, reaching new levels of creativity.

Enter fine folks like the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause and who knows who else in between.

None of them visible, much less verifiable, but believe in them we did.

And as I recall it didn't take a whole lot to get us to believe those stories.

Was it because they came with a built in bribe, a reward of sorts, as proof that they existed?

Perhaps.

I mean, if they didn't exist, how else did those quarters end up under our pillow.

Even better yet, what about all those presents under the Christmas tree.

Who do you think could've managed that.

All overnight, no less.

That was no dream, although it sure felt like it.

And that went on for years.

At least until we were about 7 or 8 years old.

That was about the time we began to notice the first inklings of disinfo floating around the classroom.

Rumors that, not only were they confusing, but they were extremely disappointing as well.

What do you mean the Tooth Fairy isn't real!

Who's gonna make up a story like that.

And if they did make it up, what would be the reason behind it.

Why would they want us to believe in something that wasn't true.

Next thing you know, it was the Easter Bunny.

Say it ain't so.

I mean, some of us have actually seen him in real life.

Even had our photo taken with him.

There's no way he's not real.

And then they really dropped a bombshell on us.

Yep, the jolly guy in the big red suit... was a fraud.

Mind blown.

Almost from day one I'd gone to the Mall to visit with him, convince him of just how nice I'd been, drop off my Must Have list, and go home and wait for that oh so special day.

That's one guy I knew for certain was real.

Now, did I ever actually see him slide down the chimney?

Ummm, that would be a no.

Did I ever see him place all the presents under the tree?

Again, that would be a no.

But how could I.

I was too busy sleeping because I was told that if I went to bed early, I could get up early and open up the presents he'd dropped off overnight.

Made total sense.

And I wasn't about to risk it by testing their story.

I knew that somewhere between the socks, sweaters and underwear was bound to be at least one, if not two things that were actually on my list.

But eventually the rumors became impossible to ignore.

To the point where I finally had to give in.

Sure enough, Santa Clause wasn't real.

Santa was a rumor.

He was a big piece of a huge disinfo campaign, sent to me by the very same people I was supposed to trust the most in life.

Looking back, I guess I can see why they did it.

Their goal was to keep hope alive.

To help us have faith in the unseen.

To believe in better days ahead.

Fast forward to today and it seems as if we're living in the very same scenario.

We're running on rumors, misinfo and disinfo.

We've been down this road a time or two.

We should be experts at this by now.

And at the end of the day, we are.

The hard part is in having the patience to hang in there and remember that.

That's the one life lesson that we never truly master, regardless of how many times we're tested.

We have to know in our hearts that it's a process.

A process that's been in process, in the process of processing, for longer than any process has any right to process processing.

And thankfully, we also know that somewhere along in the world's slowest ongoing process, they will begin to process our exchanges.

And I hope you continue to hang in there until the process reaches our level of processing.

That will make all of this seemingly forever of waiting all worthwhile.

Remember, we were raised on rumors.

We're experts.

We got this!

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the Cartoon Network. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

A Labor Day Lesson... From a 98-Year-Old Bag Boy

A Labor Day Lesson... From a 98-Year-Old Bag Boy

By Andy Snyder, Founder Mayward Digest

Liberty

What's more important... industry or education? Several states have passed laws that prohibit schools from ending summer vacation before Labor Day. Proponents argue that it's important for families to have one more weekend to spend their cash on fun.

In Virginia, it's referred to as the "Kings Dominion Law," after the amusement park that benefits greatly from the rule. Clearly, America has her priorities straight. Right?

 Why in the world do we celebrate work?

That stuff hurts.

What's Labor Day really about, anyway?

For most folks, it's bad news. It means the end of summer... back to school... and the boss is back from vacation.

Are we to think we're really celebrating the little guy today... the guy who gets just a few bucks an hour to do the dirty work nobody else wants to do?

If so, why haven't the social justice warriors caught on? Where's the "woke" crowd taking to the streets begging for more of its fair share?

We figure they're at the beach getting their last bucket of fries and one final stroll down the boardwalk.

That's okay... we don't need them.

Paper or Plastic?

If we really want to learn about work and why it's something that many in our culture treat as though it were a dirty, four-letter word... we need to hear from Bennie Ficeto.

As we continue our series of essays on the World War II generation, we can't help but celebrate the former B-25 pilot's work.

He's a bag boy.

Pardon us... he's a bag man. Or, better, a bag veteran?

It doesn't matter. The point is the 98-year-old still ties his shoes and goes to work twice a week at the local grocery store.

He doesn't have to. Nobody is going to kick him onto the streets.

From what we can tell, he does it merely to prove a point.

He's our kind of man.

To continue reading, please go to the original article at

https://manwardpress.com/topics/liberty/labor-day-lesson-98-year-old-ww2-veteran-bagboy/

"Welcome to the Hotel Dinarland" by Dr. Dinar 8-24-2020

Thank you Dr. Dinar

Welcome To The Hotel Dinarland  by Dr. Dinar

There it sits, like a giant used car lot spotlight shining in the sky. October 1, 2020.

The start of yet another fiscal year.

Okay, so theoretically we're still another month away from the actual new fiscal year start date.

But with the way this year has been going so far, I won't be the least bit surprised to discover they have somehow managed to quarantine the current fiscal year prior to its scheduled closing date, thereby nullifying until further notice any and all upcoming dates of note.

Looking back, it's likely been a decade or more of these fiscal fiascos in the books for me.

But at this point, who's counting.

Well, come to think of it, probably somewhere in the neighborhood of about 5 million or so people are counting.

After all, when you've been held captive in this ludicrous lockdown for the past 6 months, chances are you long ago ran out of sheep to count.

Will this "has to happen by" date be blown by like all the rest?

Another date that's been rumored to be the perfect day for the release of the RV/GCR.

Oh, and don't they have to announce the new budget prior to that date as well.

Talk about pressure.

Honestly, in all the years I've been involved in this RV/GCR shindig, they have yet to show any urgency to the release of the budget, either here or in Iraq, and I don't foresee that changing any time soon.

Which leads me to believe that the rumor of any fiscal year end/start date having anything whatsoever to do with the timing of the release of the RV/GCR is yet another Dinarland fabrication.

Nope, might as well put it in the same "Move along, nothin' to see here" category as all the other blown-by Budgets, Calender cancellations, Blue Moons, Numerical No-Shows and all the other craziness that has been rumored to be THE scheduled release date.

Makes one wonder if there is an actual scheduled release date of any sort on the books.

To be honest, I'm of the opinion that no one has this thing worked out.

Least of all the people rumored to be working on getting this thing worked out.

Meaning, there is no playbook for this "game".

No ready-made recipe for the "how", "what", "where" and "when" of it all.

Hence the very reason that no one, certainly not at our level, can figure this thing out.

Guru's included.

How can anyone be expected to have the answer to a question that even those that are supposedly working diligently to achieve completion have no hope of answering.

As much as I hate to say it, it's a process.

A process that is in the process of processin.

And until that process reaches the point where the process has completed all the necessary processing, thereby reaching the completion of the processing process, no one will be able to process their exchange.

Not the Private's, nor the John Q. Public's, Tiers 1 thru 100, likely none will be made liquid prior to the completion of the processing process.

Any thoughts you ever had of a double-scooping of dinar have been rendered null and void.

I don't know about you, but that kinda drives me up the wall.

I'm a planner, a scheduler.

I wanna know what my next move is going to be, long before I've finished making my last move.

I take huge pride in my preparation skills.

But how can one even begin to prepare for a future something when you have absolutely no idea what it is you're preparing for.

Yes, I still believe this RV/GCR will eventually happen.

Of that I've never wavered.

It's the "when" that has me pulling out what's left of my hair.

Has the thought of selling out and running away from this Dramafest ever occurred to me?

And by that do you mean more than ten times a day?

Why yes, as a matter of fact, it has.

On more than a few occasions no less.

However, similar to the Hotel California (made famous by Don Henley and The Eagles), the last thing I remember I was running for the door.

Desperate to find the passage back to the place I was before I was informed of this "too good to be true, two week maximum timeline" endeavor.

Suddenly, off in the distance, I caught a glimpse of a Broker chillaxin' in an Adirondack chair, selling IQD and VND out of a suitcase on the front porch of the Hotel Dinarland.

It was about that time I heard a faint "Relax, we are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like... but you can NEVER leave!"

I don't know about you but I took that to be a sign.

A sign I couldn't ignore.

A sign that I must continue to hang in there, more than ever before.

I know this RV/GCR thing is real and I know it's going to happen.

And once it does I'll be able to help my family and friends, as well as myself and many others I've yet to meet live all of our dreams.

So I'm not "checking out" any time soon and I certainly hope you won't either.

Hang on folks, every passing day brings us closer to the finish line.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor in any way connected with the Hotel Dinarland nor any of its Staff. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

"It's Too Late To Turn Back Now" by Dr. Dinar 8-16-2020

Thank you Dr. Dinar

It's Too Late To Turn Back Now by Dr. Dinar

I recently received an email from a friend who, thanks to me, is also involved in this RV/GCR endeavor.

By that I mean she too is anxiously awaiting the release of the GCR.

And by 'thanks to me', I mean that in the most tongue in cheek, be careful what you wish for tone in mind.

She made the decision to get involved many years ago based largely on what I possibly (okay, admittedly) portrayed to be a semi low risk - possible high reward, situation.

Because I believed that to be the case.

And as many of us were led to believe, there wasn't much time to think about it.

The small window of opportunity was closing quickly and it was kind of a now or forever hold your peace kind of thing.

Back then most of us, including myself, were led to believe that we were in a 48 hour window and there simply wasn't any time to overthink it.

Get in or get lost.

Looking back on that high speed scramble a decade or so later, the sheer absurdity of the whole thing still blows my mind.

I willingly admit when I took the plunge, I knew next to absolutely nothing about Iraq other than what I saw in short blurbs on TV.

And I didn't watch the news nor much in the way of regular TV.

Needless to say, that left me knowing pretty much next to nothing about Iraq.

Nor any of the current events taking place there at that time.

This was right around the time of the global markets crashing back in 2009 and unfortunately I was already heavily involved in that debacle.

No need to fill my brain with any extra depressing drama.

So Iraq wasn't in any way included in my "must see TV" schedule.

Simply wasn't on my radar.

And when you add in all the too good to be true, turn a thousand into a million overnight propaganda, the entire deal had shady written all over it.

Not to mention a quick trip to Google was a sure guarantee that the entire prospect of an RV of the Iraqi dinar was nothing short of an outright scam.

It was plastered all over the internet as a scam and as we all know, the internet never fibs.

Right!?!

Basically you'd pretty much have to be an absolute fool to waste one Fil on that endeavor.

So of course, armed with all that knowledge, I WAS IN!

Yep, right after losing everything in the Real Estate market crash and promising myself I'd never take a chance on anything ever again, I exchanged my last few dollars for some foreign funny money and I was in.

All in!

I was one of the chosen few.

The Secret Society of Super Secrecy, no tshirt required.

And just in time too because remember, this thing was about to pop.

And when it did I would instantly be in recovery mode, making up for everything I'd lost over the previous two years.

It was almost too good to be true.

Almost as if it was meant to play out this way.

As if the Universe had already scripted this entire journey, just for me.

Finally the Universe was on my side.

All I had to do was relax and enjoy the ride.

But as the weeks turned to months, this get rich quick scheme was in the process of being anything but quick.

Nor rich, for that matter.

Nope, the more time slid by only forced me to further question my original decision to get involved.

And to add insult to injury, I did what I'm sure many others did.

Call me crazy but in the spirit of wanting others to experience the same excitement, I found myself informing family members, as well as a few close friends, about the upcoming RV.

About how great it was going to be and although it wasn't a 100% sure thing, it was about as close as you could get to one.

And yes, I might have made them aware of the two week window and how it was now or never.

Fortunately, a few decided to take the bait.

I mean, they decided on their own to take a chance.

To risk the risk.

Others however, chose a different direction.

That being to not get involved, claiming everything they read told them the RV of the IQD was a scam.

And Google surely knew more than I did.

They didn't have to say the last thing they were going to do was take a huge chance on some fly by night fluke based on info from someone that recently lost everything in the Real Estate market crash.

That was a given, no need to say a word about it.

So, wishing me the best of luck, they did an instant 180 degree turn and headed the other way.

And might I add, as fast as they could.

Which, although I didn't know it at the time, was a blessing in disguise.

You may be asking yourself how that could be.

Wouldn't I want all my family and friends to share in this wonderful journey.

Of course I did.

How could their refusing to get involved be a blessing.

Well, had it been a two week trip, then sure.

But being it's been a decade and counting, I never would've survived all of the "Did the RV happen yet?" and "When are we gonna be rich?" continual questioning.

While there was a small bit of that at the start, things eventually began to calm down as we all realized this thing was on a completely different schedule.

One that none of us had in our Weekly Planners.

An excruciatingly long, mind blowingly exhausting, mentally draining time frame.

And while I feel fortunate in saying none of those I made aware of this opportunity have chosen to totally bail out, at least not yet anyway, a few have decided to tune out as it were.

Meaning they've kinda lost that believin' feelin', having gone more to the call me when it's over side of things.

And honestly, it's difficult not to blame 'em.

Heck, I've been right there a couple few hundred times myself.

It's only natural.

We all had such high expectations, that we'd be living the Lottery Life faster than we could say Cash Out!

Or was it Cash In.

It's been so long I don't really remember.

Whatever it was, it was good to know the friend who emailed was still interested in the current going's on.

And even better, she wanted to know if I thought she should buy more dinar.

Now, I'm no Wealth Manager, nor am I anything remotely close to a Financial Advisor.

I'm simply one of the millions of Crazy Cats that chose to get involved in this once in a lifetime opportunity.

Therefore I'm not about to suggest to her whether she should or shouldn't buy more.

That's on her and the last thing I want is the guilt of that decision resting on my shoulders if anything were to go sideways from here forward.

Not that I think it will.

But as we've all learned, in this made for TV circus, anything is possible.

And I mean anything.

So as I pondered her question, I began to ask myself that same question.

Hasn't that always been the main goal.

To buy more and buy often. And buy more often.

And if you were around back in the days of the Reserves and Lay-A-Ways, then you'll know exactly what I'm referring to.

And those of us that were there at the time saw how well all that worked out.

One thing in my favor, I don't really have to deal with that situation in real life as I'm not in any sort of position to purchase more currency.

However, this wasn't about me.

It was about her and her situation.

The more I thought about it, it wasn't as much about buying more currency as it was about being fully convinced that the decision she made all those years ago was indeed the right choice.

And if so, shouldn't that be enough of an indicator as far as getting further involved is concerned.

So my reply to her was "Are you in... or are you out?"

Are you fully, 100%, no regrets in it to win it or are you still straddling that barbed wire fence between fear and for sure.

Between the fear that it may never happen or the knowingness that for sure it will happen and it's only a matter of time.

To which she replied, "I'm 100% convinced this thing is real and that it's really going to happen."

And there ya have it.

In not so many words she basically answered her own question.

Will she purchase more currency?

I have no idea.

That's entirely up to her.

She knows what's best for her and her family.

She just needed to see it for herself.

We all need reassurance every now and then.

Myself included.

So next time you find yourself drowning in doubt, reflect back on that feeling you had at the start.

That rush you got upon opening your first envelope full of dinar.

Even if "full" was only one 25K note, I have a feeling it still felt like a million bucks.

Focus on that feeling and allow that tingle to carry you through to the finish line.

As far as I'm concerned, it's too late to turn back now.

Either you're in... or you're out.

At this point, there is no in between.

Hang in there folks, I have a feeling we're getting closer every day.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I in any way involved in the promoting of buying or selling foreign currency. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.